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Rights

We human beings have rights to adhere to!
And each right is accompanied by a responsibility 

Rights are 
Fundamental legal, social, 
Or ethical principles of freedom and entitlement
Acting as rules that define what is allowed of or owed to people 
They are inalienable, universal, and inherent to all human beings
Protecting dignity, equality, 
And safety regardless of nationality, status, or belief
Rights are an important concept in law and ethics, 
Especially theories of justice and deontology.

There different types of rights
Which include Natural and Legal rights,
Claim and Liberty rights
 Negative and positive rights 
According to Wikipedia 
The history of social conflicts,
Has often involved attempts to define and redefine rights
 
Responsibilities are
The opportunity or ability to act independently,
And take decisions without any hesitation 
According to Google 
Responsibility refers to the state of being accountable
For one’s actions or obligations
It involves being answerable to someone, 
Often referred to as an addressee
For the consequences of those actions
This concept encompasses various attributes 
Such as reliability, trustworthiness, and accountability

Let us become matured
Together with taking responsibilities 
For every right 
Happy Human Rights Day!


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Premium Member An Orwellian Conception

An Orwellian Conception

As long as they see what you assume they see, and they agree,
then that’ll be the reality we’ll assume you want to live in.
If this makes sense, then be at peace among friends.
You can sleep innocently; no one will mete out punishment.

The past can’t be erased, but we can mitigate the consequences.
There’ll be no misunderstanding unless you fail to define yourself;
without definition, we’d disagree, and that would be unfortunate.
Cooperate so others will live. Deep sleep is wonderful.

We (your brothers and sisters) are watching everywhere you tread
(there is no umbrella of protection for a protagonist).
Our duty and purpose is to ensure survival of our genes,
so follow the rules and be rewarded with peaceful sleep.

   “I am a sojourner pilgrimaging in a foreign land.
   When my name is drawn, I will step aside and let others go on.”

Premium Member The Letter

I went to jail
                            Yo I couldn't make bail
                             My life went off the rail
                             Til I got a letter in the mail

                             I stole a truck you see
                             Got caught when I tried to flee
                              My life always sucked
                              Yet God wanted me out of the muck

                             The letter said God loves me
                             With all my mess ups that can't be
                             In my heart I knew this was God's plea
                              Seek and ye shall find, I will set you free
                              Signed God the Father, God the Son
                              God the Holy Spirit
                               All three

                              So I asked the Lord into my heart come in
                               He forgave me of my sin
                              Sure my consequences would begin
                               But He changed me from within
                               Now my life with His help will be a win
                                              Win
Form: Rhyme

Old Woman

This is not the world that you knew in fact it is far from it
Thus is the conclusion you drew and one we must all admit
For how quickly things change and not always for the best
What used to seem so strange is now routinely done in jest

The whole family has dissolved lead by those not to be heard 
As life around them revolved and the consequences incurred 
With no sense of structure and a complete lack of love for God
Understanding what's in store, so many thinking you are odd

A wise and strong generation who was raised up from nothing
Adding to this Nation in all the hopes and dreams they'd bring
As off to the corner you now sit barely given the time of day
But in your amazing wit you now use all this time to pray

As they politely look down upon you, in so missing your gift
For you'd know exactly what to do, we all need such a lift
But those days are all done and just a memory of the past
Both knowing who won in seeing the wicked shadow he cast

Tutus 2:3
The aged women likewise, 
that [they be] in behaviour as becometh holiness, 
not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;
Form: Rhyme


The Possessions of a Younger Age

Every boy has his toys,
and each girl her dolls;
and as they grow they are put away where light can't enter:
there in that closet, which often memory recalls
how delightful and merry their days were,
but wishing for a return is a constant, useless  prayer...



Everyone once had the possessions of a younger age,
some were precious and memorable, others simply painful and vacant; 
and who can remember being hugged and truly loved by all?
Many still reminisce the sad thought of having been offered none at all,
and how they longed to have felt a little, sweet taste! 
Nobody desired that more than I did, and only mother provided that!



Blue-bells seemed blither than I.. colored flowers that have no feel,
no soul to express their joy or sorrow, had I become like them?  
Larks and mockingbirds weren't as malcontent as I was indeed;
all they wished for was some rain and the quietest place to rest!
Oh, how much sympathy I felt...with no one loving them, but their Creator;
and my circumstances affirmed how true that really was for me to declare! 



An evil doer can be a father, who denies his children profound affection;
malice or thoughtlessness scars the hearts of the tender ones,
to become a malady or blight that leaves many fragments of broken lives;
and shouldn't someone grab them by the scruff of their necks, 
and put some sense into them when they intentionally induce pain?
This snarl...rebelled at such atrocity, although no slaps could prevent those tries!  


Husbands love your wives devotedly, 
mistresses are the cause of your adultery;
would the faithful ones pursue an extramarital affair?
And what are the consequences of your sin and surliness?
A curse from God for many generations,
to deny your little ones the possessions of a younger age!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Sestina

The Balancing Act

The Balancing Act

It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through 
This process of weighing things in my mind

Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved

No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences

Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life

I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind 
But is there jealousy at the heart of it

Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act

What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind

Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad

Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act

Andreas Simic©

Premium Member Kundalini Part 3 of 5

Having thus mapped out the pathless path untrodden before
We work with gusto & zeal at inner cleansing
In thought and word and deed, embracing all, keeping no score 
We replace narrow thought with loving feeling

Then we wait
For as long as it does take
At an easy gait
For our lover within to awake

Yes ... the kundalini stirring and standing erect
Follows the Sushumna path of least resistance 
But if our purity of being be clouded or suspect
It tilts to Ida or Pingala as of pranic preference 

The Ida cool with left nostril open offers a fragrant rose
However the Pingala solar is akin to a dragon breathing fire
Now during the ascent the kundalini may retire back in repose ...
if facing a blockage on the lunar path; for solar, consequences are dire

We may liken the kundalini to love with love yearning for union
The Ida persuasive makes her calm whilst Pingala is fervour burning
It is the Sushumna centred that is the direct path for instantaneous fusion
Thus as we are, so we become and hence importance of inner cleansing

Taking the direct path, the chakras up to Vishuddha all celebrate 
Thereafter the energy enters the void of the Brahman head domain 
The Sahasrara said to have a thousand petals and each we must placate
Upon kundalini reaching the door of her lover, she volunteers to be slain!

02-August-2020
Form: Rhyme

WALK, TALK

Tick tock says the clock
Time to 
Walk, talk, 
exact
pain or gain
says the clock
Pray you don't fall prey
slack mouth lacks
Wanting no seizing
From season to season
No reason for ridicule
A reason for a silence
Resilience, shame
Tamed fame, no frame
Fascinating



Pain; Playing victim
All time while 
medicine to heal
Ease on you

Gain; Territory expands
Gratitude and love
Yield bountifulness


Walk; In others 
Others walk
So in you
Clothes covers scars
Lay your bed
So you lay on it


Talk; To others
Others talk
So to you
Respect is
To be 
Reciprocated

Prey; Begging for attention
To be valuable
Discriminating
Unaware of self
Uniqueness

Slacking; Unused brain
Speaking 
clones
laziness
Instead 
Observing
Flapping
flutter's you

Lacking; Self confidence
Discipline
Brings denials
Attaining
Acquiring
Restricted

Wanting; Instant gratification
Losing focus
Settling for anything
Granted desires

Seizing; Always consistent
Taking without 
Reciprocating
Updated version
Of snatcher
Swiftly
snitches get stitches

Season; goes around
Comes around giving
What you gave
Relentlessly
Unapologetic-ally

Reason; for living
Decision to make
Consequences
You see clear
Before 
Action
Reaction

Ridicule; Bulling the bull
Ought 
Take by horn
A worthwhile 
Ride
Love don't cracks
Ego does
Pride
Sacrifice
Power

Silence; smooth in action
Fast
soundless in nature
Powerful
Creation 
Liberation
Hesitation

Resilience; Attitude say all
Gratitude
Gateway
Misfortune
Gave
Up

Shame; Indifference
passableness
Gain
Pains
Mindset matters
Time reviews

Tamed; trained 
easier to control
Master no craft
Slave to others
self motivations
Survival mood

Fame; Without integrity
notability
Important
Dishonest
Division
Seekers


Frame; Physically portraying
Building 
Lies
Manipulating
Minds
CLONES
Do as I say
actions matters

Fascinating; Alluring contents
Preys are so lovely
Be aware 
Devourer
Insatiable

Bird eats ants
Ants eats birds
Live or die
Talk to inspire
Walk to heal
Says the clock.
Form: Englyn

Premium Member Blame

Blame
It is only myself that I can blame
For not feeling the birthright of freedom
No one saw the anxiety hidden
When I needed it the most where was love.

Did no one catch wind of fear in my face
Or wonder why I didn’t fare well at school
If a kindly person had asked me why
Maybe they’d have found the key to my heart.

The reader may guess why I was so sad
It’s arduous to tell tales from long past 
Struggles to find myself were gruelling
If only I’d known happiness from birth.

Would I have been different from the start
If I’d not felt trapped same as a caged bird
If I’d been told the world was mine to roam 
To explore without those barrier walls.

Why didn't I plead for the aid I did need
I was afraid of the consequences 
Preferring to stay unseen and unheard
Than to create a terrifying scene.

You’d be reading an alluring poem
If I’d have had a joyous carefree youth
Do you feel the pain of childhood distress 
Of the young girl who had herself to blame.

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10th March 2023

Written for the B form words poetry contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Word choice - Blame

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